i.

The memory of Yunho's smile after their first dance practice - sweat dripping down the strong column of his neck to nestle in the dip of his collarbones, flourescent lights spelling out the crevices of his youthful face, lips etched in a content half-smile that makes Changmin's heart skip 

ii.

- a beat, the strong lub-dub beneath his palm, the barely perceptible sound constant and comforting in the darkness of their bedroom as Changmin rests his head on Yunho's chest and revels in the feeling of their intertwined 

iii.

-  fingers as they gaze at the sunset together, the sky alight in a plethora of colours as they exchange a look, and they both know that they're past speaking, past the need for words because honestly actions speak the loudest, and Changmin always knows that he has

iv.

- Yunho. And these are the things Shim Changmin holds on to.